raíces de mi padre

“Raíces de mi padre,” shows my father interacting with the figurative land of his home country and the physical land of his receiving country. He was out in the backyard, doing his thing, as usual, and I was compelled to capture. This audiovisual poem...

Period Happy & Horror Stories

Many periods ago, I shared my frustration around my inconsistent menstrual cycle and heavy bleeding via social media. I really just wanted to vent and talk openly about periods with other womxn. The outcome of this chismosa initiative was perfect. Being drunk &...

Home Making Rituals

Home making is a form of survival Passed down from those who were always on the move From San Luis Potosi to Guadalajara From Mesquite to Guadalajara From La Cañada to Guadalajara From Guadalajara to the Los Angeles Always on the move Could not afford to not know how...

Letting Fear Go

I wish I could remember the building I snuck into that night. I’d climb back to its roof and thank the winds and trees that teamed up to speak to me. I’d reassure them that I gave into their message. I’d tell them I learned to believe in me and my ability to love and...

The Streets My Father Walked

I’ve always been curious about my dad’s hometown – La Cañada de Caracheo in Guanajuato, Mexico. The closest I’ve come is Guanajuato City when I was nine years old during a detour from our family’s periodical trip to Guadalajara, Jalisco....

Beginnings & Ends | Part II

First Christmas Eve back in LA This was the first Christmas Eve we spent in Los Ángeles, California after moving permanently from Guadalajara, Jalisco in México. I was four years old, my brother was eleven and my sisters were in their teens. To be honest, I barely...

Beginnings & Ends | Part I

His root Dad is a problem solver, always figures out a way. He figured out how to feed five kids and how to make a home in the States. He figured out the English language along with American customs and ways.  Nothing is impossible for him. From growing roses, to...